Title: Like Toy Soldiers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unbeta-ed
Genre: General
Word Count: 268
Main Character(s): ZAFT, Earth Alliance, Blue Cosmos & ORB soldiers and the unnamed Dullindal.
Ship(s): None
Summary: They were toy soldiers, marching off to war. One shot.
Disclaimer: Kidou Senshi Gundam Seed, Kidou Senshi Gundam Seed Destiny, characters and places are copyright to Hajime Yate, Yoshiyuki Tomino, Sotsu Agency and Sunrise. Toy Soldiers chorus lyrics is copyright to Martika and the rightful composer.
AN: I really have no idea where this come from. I just started writing based on the chorus and the end result is this finished piece. Toy Soldiers is my favourite Martika song due to the rather memorable and haunting chorus which has children singing it rather than adults. I fell in love with the chorus itself the first time I heard it. The rest of the song, unfortunately, doesn't seem to blend well with the chorus itself which is a pity.


Step by step, heart to heart
Left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

Toy Soldiers, Martika

They were toy soldiers, marching off to war, carrying their guns, sacrificing themselves for their country and for their beliefs.

They were toy soldiers, flying off to war, wielding weapons of destruction, fighting for their country, obeying a single man's command.

They were toy soldiers, heading into war, blinded by half-truths and lies, fighting for empty promises and dreams, all because of one man's words.

They were toy soldiers, killing and killed in a senseless battle, dying far away from home, never getting to say one last goodbye, leaving broken dreams behind and all because of one man's ideals.

They were toy soldiers, puppets and pawns, expendable pieces; they know nothing but to fight and fight because that is their only purpose in their lives.

They were toy soldiers, laying broken and bleeding, scattered across a field of flowers, discarded and abandoned, after serving their purposes, all because they were one man's pawns.

They were toy soldiers, the sacrificial lambs lead to slaughter, on blind faith and belief, all for one man's greed and power.

They were real people with dreams and hopes, who laugh and cry, who feel sorrow and joy. They were someone's somebody; Mothers, Fathers, Sons and Daughters. They were loved ones and who loved back. The one man turned a blind eye and resolutely saw none of that.

To him, they were just toy soldiers and nothing more.

Owari.